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			<title>Untitled Story about Drugs</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Operator&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;I thinkthere has been an accident.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/francopazv/1003054/</link>
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			<title>And Then She Found Me </title>
			<description>And at that age, poetry found me.It was at that age, yes,it was not a voice,whispered into my ear,nor was it a light, shining throughmy windowat night.It was a woman, shouting from mysidewalk,from where she came from I do notknow,from calm rivers or savage winte..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/francopazv/962713/</link>
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			<title>Untitled II</title>
			<description>Just like the moon on a warm summer night,You left.You left like a passing cloud over the clear sky,Or like a lonely red rose in the dead of winter.&amp;nbsp;You left,Yet your promises are still here, intact.The last one, promise of redemption,Hangs in the still air,P..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/francopazv/962707/</link>
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			<title>Insanity Journals</title>
			<description>One&amp;nbsp;Your gift sat under the pine tree for days,I couldn&amp;rsquo;t bring myself to open it.I finally did:a pen.Love the irony.Sorry I didn&amp;rsquo;t get you anything.&amp;nbsp;Two&amp;nbsp;Got your letter this morning.Read all twenty-seven words,seventeen ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/francopazv/890114/</link>
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			<title>Beauty, A Vision of Midnight Dies.</title>
			<description>Midnight passes and all that is left is the sweet remembrance of a lost beauty. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/francopazv/890112/</link>
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			<title>Words are not a poem</title>
			<description>My words find themselves to be undeserving,unworthy of being read by your eyes.I lack words,the world&amp;rsquo;s knowledge would not be enoughto describe the depth of feelingI feel for you.But I promise you,my love I promise you,one day I shall write something&amp;nbsp;worthy of your eyes,and when were old..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/francopazv/889326/</link>
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			<title>Psychedelic-induced Poetry</title>
			<description>Wrote this on the dance floor. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/francopazv/889324/</link>
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